Sunday, September 30, 2012

In college I lived in a building where all the windows faced a center courtyard.

One day, when it was nice out and most people had their windows open, a
couple decided to have a loud fight in the courtyard, completely
oblivious to the fact that pretty much everyone in the building could
hear.

I don't remember any of the details, but at some point the girl yelled: "So tell me what you want to do! If
you want to break up, we'll break up! If you want to go inside and fuck,
we'll go inside and fuck! Just tell me what you want!"

There was a long pause.

Then some unseen guy on the 3rd floor yelled: "Tell her you want to fuck!"

Last summer I was staying at a hotel with a pool, one couple was getting very cozy and then left the pool area. Soon afterwards they could be seen, her sitting on the wide window sill of their room with the curtains opened having sex. Everybody at the pool was watching. Thankfully there were no little kids around. It took them about 10 minutes to realize we could see them.

Weird behavior just happens around Ibee Grumpy. He was the catalyst for the actions of the other three. Without his presence it wouldn't have happened. Even at that young age, his skills were powerful in creating weirdness around him.

Yes, this was college when I went. "Booming like Bunnies" was the term.

Like the RxMan, I wonder why there was a pause. Again at my oh-so-Catholic college, the guys would be hanging out the windows banging garbage pails to encourage their fellow male. The girls would be rolling on the floor, laughing their derrieres off.

Of course Grumpy is far to young for the "streaking" craze.

At my college in New England there was a "tradition" that the freshmen in my dorm and the one across the quad (Same as the last name of a comedian) from us streaked through the quad on hte4 occasion of the first snowfall(Sound familiar, anyone?)

This was supposed to be for ALL Frosh. Male and female.

Before everyone wonders, I did not streak. I was swotting away over my Chem textbook.

But I did pause when I learned that the really cute and totally hot guy from the third floor. was taking part. I wanted to check out his part(s.)

Indeed he was a young man of parts.

Further I sayeth not. But the young man of parts and I did not strike up a relationship.

Thanks for helping me remember something that will give me a smile for the rest of the day.

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